"Twenty-nine floors!"

This sound can be described as earth-shattering, but the voices of the crowd are quiet, they are just silent, waiting for the tower lights to slowly light up.

Gu Feng was sitting on the twenty-ninth floor of the Tower of Babel at this time, his clothes were all soaked in blood, and the original purple clothes could not be seen at this time.

A look of exhaustion flashed in his eyes, and he took out the best spirit stone from the spatial ring, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted.

He now finally knew why the Tower of Babel was so difficult to break through, the higher the level, the less time it gave the trespasser to recover.

He only had half an hour to recover now, and his internal injuries were getting more and more serious, he could only suppress the urge to vomit blood, and quickly run the Qinglian Creation to heal his internal injuries.

"This level is very likely to be a sixth-level demonic beast, and I don't know if I can break through these thirty layers. ”

Although he was confident in his own strength, these sixth-level demonic beasts were equivalent to the human cave heaven realm, and most of the sixth-level demonic beasts had combat power higher than that of human cave heaven realm cultivators.

At this time, he could only smile bitterly, fortunately, he had the power of the Qinglian bloodline to recover quickly, and half an hour was enough for him to recover seventy percent of his spiritual power, at least he had the power to fight.

Gu Feng returned to his heart and entered a state of deep cultivation.

Mo Wuxian was also sitting cross-legged on the twenty-ninth floor at this time, his clothes were already in tatters, and his flowing hair was soaked in blood.

A trace of cold light shot out of Mo Wuxi's eyes, and the supreme battle intent continued to rise in his heart, and the spiritual power that lingered around him turned into a small knife under his guidance.

Mo Wuxian closed his eyes tightly and quickly recovered his spiritual power.

"I wonder if they will be able to break through the thirtieth floor?" asked the young man in a Taoist robe.

"Whether they can break through the thirtieth floor or not, they have already left an amazing record for the entire Heavenly Gate!"

"yes!"

"It's an amazing golden generation. ”

"Be quiet!"

"Let us witness the birth of historical records. ”

As for betting on the spirit stone or something, they don't care anymore, they only care about how many levels these two people can break through.

The lights on the thirtieth floor have not been lit for a long time, and everyone's hearts have not fallen for a long time.

The clock is ticking.

1 hour!

2 hours!

3 hours!

The hearts of the people are also rising higher and higher.

The horizon has been dyed red by the remnant sun, but the beauty of the sunset has been ignored by everyone.

The Lord of the Heavenly Gate Sect floated in the sky, his face had been very flat, and his handsome face became more and more charming under the light of the remnant sun.

The lights on the thirtieth floor finally came on.

"They've made it past the thirtieth floor!"

"Oh my God!"

"They've broken the record!"

"They've made it past the thirtieth floor!"

"Boss is awesome!"

Everyone was in a state of madness, and they were talking to each other with joy, and the joy on their faces was completely revealed.

Tower of Babel.

Gu Feng was lying on the ground, panting desperately, and he barely looked up at his chest.

But he saw that his chest was already a blur of flesh and blood, and a terrifying scratch ran across his chest.

When he looked closely, the wounds were all over his body, and his consciousness was blurring.

Gu Feng gently bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake.

He desperately mobilized his remaining weak aura to repair his wounds, and the cyan aura flowed rapidly through his wounds.

"Made!"

"Almost died!"

"This sixth-level demonic beast is too terrifying!"

Gu Feng scolded in a low voice.

"Ahem, ahem!"

With just a few words, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn, why is it so scary?"

Gu Feng was a little puzzled, the strength of the Dark Dreadclaw Bear he had encountered earlier was much higher than that of ordinary Dark Dreadclaw Bear.

If it weren't for the help of the word "line", he would definitely not be able to dodge the final blow of the dreadclaw bear.

However, Mo Wuxian was directly teleported out by the Tower of Babel, and the whole person fell into a coma.

"Traceless?" Qi Dongyang took the lead in coming to Mo Wutrace's side, he patted Mo Wutrace's face, but he didn't see any reaction.

"Ink boy, you wake up Young Master Ben!" Qi Dongyang kept patting Mo Wuxian's face.

Qi Dongyang smiled in his heart, "Let you not dick Young Master Ben day by day, now you can't hide, just obediently accept the ravages of Young Master Ben!"

"Qi Dongyang, stop in moderation!" Meng Yunxian on the side stopped Qi Dongyang's evil deeds.

"Yo?"

Qi Dongyang looked at Meng Yunxian with a wicked smile, "What about distress?"

"Just you talk a lot!" Meng Yunxian glanced at Qi Dongyang delicately, "How many of you, but you grew up together, be careful that my sister shakes out your ugly things." ”

"Don't you act so viciously, don't you?" Qi Dongyang glanced at Meng Yunxian with disgust, and directly picked up the ink without a trace, and a figure flickered, and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Gu Feng is still in the tower!"

"This is terrifying, isn't it?"

"Thirty floors!"

"He has made new history!"

"I just don't know if he's going to keep going through. ”

The yellow fat man cheered, "You should believe in the boss! The boss is awesome! Lao Tzu's six thousand top-grade spirit stones!"

Yang Xiong shook his head helplessly, acting very calmly, but his slightly trembling hands completely exposed him.

"Okay, Brother Yang, don't pretend!" Xi Daxuan hit Yang Xiong with his chest, "Come on, let's celebrate!"

"Wahahahaha!" Huang Fat Man looked up to the sky and yelled, followed by a bear hug Xi Daji, Yang Xiong, unintentionally hugged together.

The four brothers hugged each other and spun in place, the smiles on their faces never faded.

Not only the four of them, but the other Tianmen disciples also had smiles on their faces, they were still looking forward to it, hoping that Gu Feng would continue to break into the tower, but they were afraid that he would faint like Mo Wuxi.

Tower of Babel.

Gu Feng slowly stood up with the help of the tower, the sharp pain in his body made him grin, the wound had stopped bleeding, and the blood was no longer left.

It's just that he is still very embarrassed, "I didn't expect that someone in my Gu would have such a miserable day." Gu Feng smiled bitterly.

"Exit the Tower of Babel!" Gu Feng whispered, a flash of light flickered, and Gu Feng had already come outside the tower.

All the wounds on his body were healed, but the mental exhaustion made him a little dizzy.

"I'll go, what's going on?"

The moment Gu Feng went out, the disciples of Tianmen all looked at Gu Feng with burning eyes, as if a wolf had seen a sheep.

"Hooray, Boss!"

Gu Feng only heard a loud roar from the yellow fat man, and saw the yellow fat man crashing straight towards him like a tank.

"Fatty!

Gu Feng's eyes widened in horror, and he waved his hand desperately, if it was as usual, he would just give the fat man a kick.

But now, the spiritual power in his body has been completely drained, and although the wounds in his body have healed, he still has no strength in his body.

He could only watch the fat man's face continue to enlarge in his eyes.

"Boss, I love you to death!" the fat man Huang hugged Gu Feng in his arms.

"I... Yang Xiong save me!" Gu Feng's face was strangled with iron, and he stretched out his hands and asked Yang Xiong for help.

However, although Yang Xiong and the others all walked to his side, no one saved him, just looked at Gu Feng with a smile.

"I *****"

Gu Feng spat fragrant for a while, but to no avail, he could only be ravaged by the fat man in his arms.

"When I'm ready, you wait for Lao Tzu!" Gu Feng left a cruel word, and then fainted.

"Boss?"

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

After a while, the fat man found that Gu Feng in his arms had fainted.

"He's fine, it's just that his spiritual power has been exhausted, and his body is too tired!" Yan Yiliu walked to Gu Feng's side, probed Gu Feng's body with his spiritual power, and said softly.